Chapter 865： Don't want to go back

The shadow moved, as if a person came out of the shadow, wearing a black special police uniform, a black peaked cap on his head, and a black sports backpack on his back. He saluted the people on the bed. After a military salute, the voice was dull, and there was hidden respect.

"Mr. Chen, my name is Mu Feng, and I am ordered to pick you up."

"Where are you going?"

Sitting on the bed, Chen Chaogong stretched out his hand and took off the cotton coat placed on the bedside table. He stared keenly at the young man standing by the window. This young man was only in his twenties, and it spread out all over his body. However, the momentum is comparable to that of warfare.

"Mr. Chaoxi sent me to pick you up to the Golden Gate Base." Mu Feng replied, concisely, and seemed to want to say nothing redundant.

Chen Chao smiled and asked, "Now finally he will take me back? Is his seat secure?"

He was silent, Mu Feng pressed his lips, his eyes were staring at Chen Chaogong. He was only responsible for executing the order. As for the Chen family, there was nothing to do with Mu Feng.

"Go back and tell Chen Chaoxi that I'm fine here and don't want to go back."

Seeing Mu Feng didn't plan to answer, Chen Chaogong took off his clothes again and retracted into the warm quilt. Before going to bed, he forgot to add firewood, so the room was a bit cold, and he didn't want to lift the quilt at this moment , Ran to the firewood boiler, so just let it be.

When drowsiness gradually swept, Chen Chaogong tilted his head and saw Mu Feng still standing by the window, so he yawned, pointed to the firewood power boiler in the center of the house, and said to Mu Feng:

"If you don't go, please bother me with adding some firewood. I'll sleep first."

The man named Mu Feng moved, carrying a large sports bag, stepping on heavy black military boots, and walked to the side of the firewood power boiler. He squatted on one knee, opened the door of the boiler, and lost a few of them. Dry firewood.

Then Mu Feng frowned and looked back at Chen Chaogong on the bed. This Mr. Chen was already asleep, breathing evenly, his heart undulating normally, but he was big-hearted, and he was nothing like the legendary one in politics. The sultry character.

One night, it just passed by the sound of sporadic gunfire. In the early morning of the next day, the snow stopped for a while, and the sound of the chickens and dogs of life rang. There was a child carrying a schoolbag and stepping out of the door with snow in his arms As a sweet potato for breakfast, sleepy eyes went to school.

Chen Chaogong, who had no dreams, slowly opened his eyes. When he turned around, he saw Mu Feng sitting in the dim light of the morning. He frowned, sat up, stretched himself, and asked:

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Wake up? You can pack up and follow me."

Mu Mufeng arms up with her arms in her hands, and her sports bag is still on her back. She looks up from the chair and is ready to start at any time.

Chen Chaogong who got off the quilt and went to bed, bare feet, sweeping slippers under the bed, a pair of slippers hand-crocheted with wool, swept out by his feet, Chen Chaogong lazily slipped his bare feet into the slippers Here, he stretched out his hands, digging his belly in thermal underwear, and slowly walked into his bathroom.

Mu Mufeng was silent, still holding her arms in her hands, looking hard at Chen Chaogong's busy figure in the bathroom, her pallid eyes flashed a little patience.

He is only responsible for bringing back Chen Chaogong, and everything else, including the speculation of the Golden Gate base today, whether Chen Chaogong has betrayed the Golden Gate base has nothing to do with Mu Feng.

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